I know that believing in myself makes things happen. I know that when people believe in me I get better than when they don’t. Belief is a powerful potion.
Plenty people believe in sad things, bad things. It would take some time to convince them that there are better things to believe, that they had a choice. Would they choose to make powerful choices that hurt other people? Would they believe in a world in which the bad guys win? Would their bad guy believe overpower my belief that we all could be free to sit under the white oak by the riverbank in my backyard?
Or would it be grade school again, where one kid ruins it for everyone?
Would it be the classic good versus evil story we’ve already got?
I’d like to believe that it wouldn’t work that way. I try to imagine.
It’s hard to believe.
−me strauss Letting me be